I wonder if I should change the names? But then I think if they want a different version they can write their own damn blog.
While our partons are an interesting, motley collection of humanity, so too are my fellow employees. My boss, Nick, is from NYC. He is a former policeman who still teaches at the Police Acadamy. Nick is a short balding Italian whose face comes right up just past my chest. This suits Nick just fine as it seems to hold a great facination for hime. I actually like Nick, although he has this kid in a candy shop mentality, but in a lot of ways he's a nice guy. So he occasionally gets drunk and corners me in the stock room and tries to kiss me, but its not that hard to get away, as I am suppossed to be working. Nick flirts with all the female empolyees, and if you're a guy he likes, you will get a slap on the back and he will buy you a drink.
Rob , our manager, came with Nick from NYC. Another balding Italian, not as short as Nick, but not tall either, he works out a lot. Alot. He and Nick and really all the guys that are bouncers are obsessed with working out at Golds Gym. They all like to brag about how much weight they can lift and what their biceps measure. And men think women are boring!! Rob is sometimes one of the rudest people I've ever met. He has a habit of calling people Fuck-face. Including me. I want to like Rob, there is the whole "getting approval from my boss' thing, but I hate to admit, it hurts my feelings. Not in a crying, sad sack kind of way , but still....I wonder if 10 years from now he will be 50, over tanned, over muscled and still dating girls half his age. Probably , if he can.
Rob's current girlfriend is Tona. She is , maybe, 21, gorgeous and a fool for going out with Rob. Their dating upsets one of our other cocktail waitresses who had been his girlfriend just a few weeks ago, not to mention the one still in NY whom he had left his wife and children for. Hell of a guy.
Our other manager Bob, was in his fifties, with graying hair, a pot belly and a serious attitude. He loved to swagger around like a big shot, and there were even rumers he was 'connected' and had even been to prison. His girlfriend who hung out a lot, often giving unsolicited advice on running the bar, was an ex-prostitute. NIck let it slip out one time when he was drunk, but none of us ever said a word. Bob's son, Bobby Jr. did odd jobs around the bar, he had also just gotten out of jail. They were all very nice, but you can tell you dont want to be the one to offend Bob or Bobby' Jr. Bob's girlfriend was really sweet, and has obviously been trying to smooth our her rough edges, but sometimes her courseness peeks out from the fringe of her layered on respecability.
Bob has a friend who comes in often, he's in his late 50's-early 60's, a handsome, classy guy, always dressed in slacks, a sport coat and a crisp white shirt. From the top of his silver maned head, to the tips of his polished Italian shoes, he is the picture of respectability. He is one of my favorite customers, he drinks expensive liquor, and even though he is always comped, he never failes to tip me well. He is also very respectful, and a gentleman. You can imagine how much I appreciate that! He also happens to own several very successful massage parlours. I have the feeling he treats his emplyees nice too. Who knows.
When the club first opened there was one other bartender besides me and Rob our manager who would also tend bar. His name was Joe. Ok, thats a lie, thats not his name but he still lives here sooooo.....Joe and I went to high school together. We didnt hang out back then, but I was happy to see a familiar face. At least I was until I came to realize he was a sexist pig, who didnt hink the 'gals' should be bartending. We should cocktaill and leave the real jobs to the real men. Joe was a tall lanky guy who definatly did NOT work out at Golds Gym. He always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder the size of a boulder. He was always bitching and moaning about something, at least when he wasnt stoned out of his mind. The good part was there were two bars in the club on opposite sides of the room, so we really didnt have to work together that much together.
After awhile, when we started getting really busy, they hired another lady to bartend with me. Untill I got to know her I was pretty intimidated. Picture a 6 foot tall gorgeous, half asain woman. Jana, was her name and she and I would become friends. I like her take no shit attitude and we got along fairly quickly. Nick loved to make remarks about a sandwich, us being the bread and him being the sausage. Nudge, nudge, wink wink. ( Nicks Place was not a politically correct environment.)
Cocktail waitresses came and went pretty fast, and only a few were memorable.
The bouncers were hilarious. Most were really into body building and it seemed most of the time that they shared one brain between them. Most of them were good looking so they were never short of dates, even the ones who had steady girlfriends. (shhhhh....) One of my favorites was Ace. We had also gone to high school together, he was a couple years younger than me, a student in the art class I was the teachers aide. Nice guy, laid back surfer dude attitude, imagine my surprise a few years before when I discovered he was a stripper. (!) Let me set the scene for you. One of my best friends, Lori, also a bartender , worked at "The After Dark" our local gay bar. She'd convinced me to come down one night when there were male exotic dancers, not because of the dancers, she said the real show would be the audience and it would be a hoot! My boyfriend at the time insisted on coming too, I guess not realizing I would be quite safe as all the men were interested 'in each other'! And further more, after working in a different place that had strippers, I was pretty sure they were all gay too. So we find ourselves in a crowded, smoky bar. Music pumping, surrounding a stage where an incredibly tanned and muscled man gyrates suggestively to the music, slowly peeling back layers of clothes, occasionally pulling someone out of the audience, rolling his sweaty body against theirs, thrilling the audience who all wished it was them. All except one. Me, and well, maybe my boyfriend, who was pressed up against me like mayonaise on bread where we stood near the stage. He was desperate not to lean, or be leaned upon by other customers as they were all leaning on each other. I swear, he thinks everbody wants him. When the second dancer came out, Miguel, my gay friend was in awe and a bit drooly. Six foot two and packed, he looked like a Nordic God. He looked familiar but the bar was dim and dry ice swirled in a sweaty fog around us. He danced around in a tool belt and when they said his name, his stripper name, "ACE HARDWARE" , I realized it was the same sweet boy I'd gone d to school with.....half naked....with a tool belt.....looking gorgeous. I wispered to my boyfriend Micheal and my freind Miguel , "I know him!" "Shut up! Shut Up!" Miguel said with glee and not a little envy. I said, "Well, I think I do from highschool, but its so dark in here, I'm not positive." As Ace Hardware danced around the edge of the stage coming closer , closer, suddenly Miguel pries Micheal off my back where he's been hanging on like and tick, and pushes me forward, catching Ace's interest who of course pulls me onstage! I am horrified!! I do not like to be the center of attention, and now everyone in the place has their eyes on me and a half naked stud that has a hold on my hand. I peer at his face as he dances around me, shaking what I shall refer to as his 'Money Maker" at me, and I tentatively say, "Ace?" He almost stopes dancing and happilly says , "Tami!!" I mumble somehting about not knowing he was gay and he says he's not, its just a job, but really good money. He gets to surf all day and dance all night. I smile at him and tell him if he touches me in the places the other dancer touched his victim, I will have to kill him. Ace was a sweetheart, realizing I was uncomfortable, he lets me go with a wink and a see you later. My boyfriend, happy to have me back, resumes his postion of using me as the human shield. Later on my way back from the bathroom, I bump in to Ace, who is now, thankfully, fully clothed. We talk for a bit , like old friends and catch up our lives , until my territorial boyfriend comes to collect me, really pissed to find me talking to Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome.
When Ace comes to work at Nicks Place, I'm happy, he's a nice easy-going guy, and it will be fun to watch all the girls hit on him. Sometimes one will just stop walking when they see him, her friends all piling up her back, their faces annoyed, "Whats up wit chu girl??" Then the annoyance turns to awe as they see Ace. Taking in the tight T-shirt that barely contains his chisled chest. The other bouncers wish they got hit on like he does!
this is the end of chapter 2, please feel free to make comments on any of my stories.